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Colette May 2014
my inner demon tells me,
that if doesn't want me to die.

my inner demon is not a friend,
it enjoys seeing me suffer.

my inner demon laughs in joy,
at the cuts and scars I have.

my inner demon pulls me back and forth,
the cliff of misery.

my inner demon smiles in amusement,
when the people I know leave me.

my inner demon pour alcohol on my wounds,
when I'm crying.

my inner demon consumes me entirely,
and I to surrender to it.

my inner demon holds me captive,
and I to to be inflicted of pain for it's happiness.
Colette May 2014
hold me,
never let me sink.

hold me,
don't let me drift.

hold me,
I'm drowning.

hold me,
I'm slowly fading in surreality.

hold me,
I just need someone to assure me.

hold me,
I'm forgetting more and more of my existence.
I need someone to hold me, assure me that things will be alright.
Colette May 2014
you are of broken pieces,
scattered all over.

you are of cuts and scars,
blood stained-blade is your friend.

you are of a mess,
hair all over your face, makeup ruined.

you are of darkness,
wishing to be one with the moon and stars.

you are of silence,
like a doll, oh so mute.

you are of strength,
holding yours tears in so others don't worry.

you are of loneliness,
confining all your deepest darkest secret within.

but you are you,
the guy or guy who held on,

despite all the harm you inflict yourself,
you're still here.

*and you should love yourself,
you are perfect just the way you are.
time for some loving
Colette May 2014
a sun by the wrist,
what more to say?

to all the attempted suicidals,
eating disorders,
self harming,
stop.

for you are all perfect in your way.

never change,
for anyone,
anything,
anyhow.

today is your day,
i love you,
each and every one of you.

*let's get through this together
Happy May 13th #letithappenmay
Colette May 2014
you who are the like sun,
burns and consumes me,
in every beautiful way.

you who are the rain,
sounds so melodious to me,
beautiful by the end of the day,
like the seven colours,
with two ends of supposingly gold.

you who are the wind,
******* off my feet,
and to sweep me off my thoughts.

you who are the mist,
blinds me,
blurred my surrounding,
and I to surrender to you.

you who are the weather,
unpredictable,
yet I can't seem to not anticipate
the presence of you.
getting addicted in writing as many poems as possible.
Colette May 2014
you to go to him,
you're throwing yourself in danger,
to dream of such dangerous dream,
stop now,
let your heart rest,
my heart shreads to pieces watching you grieve.

you smile to me,
as if nothing had happened,
in reality,
you tremble, wither, scowl away,
come to me,
rest yourself in the arms of mine,
by dawn,
fly to the moon.

a place where we can't be together,
a place where I can't go,
that's okay,
as long as you are safe.

my sad story,
can never be fulfilled in bliss,
but instead,
just this once,
stop.

Your wings will get wet
inspired from exo's moonlight.
Colette May 2014
Tic Toc, Tic Toc*
The time goes on,
the agonizing scream,
goes louder and far,
last breath taken,
and a crooked smile,
left a person hanging
with all his life.
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